When I was a very mentally ill teenager I had some similar thought patterns to her. I was deeply deeply in my own world, consumed by my own thoughts and ideas, had an extremely strong sense of self, how unique I was, and thought nobody could ever understand how much I suffered. I didn’t have friendships or connections. I wasn’t that interested in other people tbh and couldn’t relate to them. To an extent all teenagers have this sort of occasional grandiosity and self-focus. But isolation and mental illness made it extreme for me, and probably for Beckie too.
But when I see her academic length recounts of the colours of her bedroom walls or talk of being broken up with 5 years ago, I just get so deeply uncomfortable because it’s like looking at a perpetual 16 year old who refused to develop or connect with the world. It’s like she’s stuck in that place.
It’s glaringly obvious she takes criticism as evidence for just how special she is. That people are just ~not understanding her brain~ or not realising just how hard her life has been. She genuinely cannot disconnect for a moment to look at her behaviour / thought patterns critically. Her only hope is years of therapy within an excellent therapeutic relationship to detangle this mess. The irony is her fixed mindset won’t even let her consider it. She has an almost religious conviction of how special and different she is.
But when I see her academic length recounts of the colours of her bedroom walls or talk of being broken up with 5 years ago, I just get so deeply uncomfortable because it’s like looking at a perpetual 16 year old who refused to develop or connect with the world. It’s like she’s stuck in that place.
It’s glaringly obvious she takes criticism as evidence for just how special she is. That people are just ~not understanding her brain~ or not realising just how hard her life has been. She genuinely cannot disconnect for a moment to look at her behaviour / thought patterns critically. Her only hope is years of therapy within an excellent therapeutic relationship to detangle this mess. The irony is her fixed mindset won’t even let her consider it. She has an almost religious conviction of how special and different she is.